Withered Hero Quest

>>1626526
>Invasion of the Orc Tzar: Champion Shieldbearer, Impenetrable Wall
Fear the wall.

>>1626526
>The Great Dragon Hunt: Legendary Brawler, Ender of all Dragonkind

>>1626526
>Invasion of the Orc Tzar: Champion Shieldbearer, Impenetrable Wall

>>1626526
>Fall of the Necromancer: Ethereal Puncher, Breaker of Ghosts

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>>1626529
>>1626540
>>1626548
>>1626551

Calling votes in 5 minutes.
For now, it looks like a victory for THE WALL

2 votes Shieldbearer
1 vote Brawler
1 vote Puncher

>>1626526
>>The Great Dragon Hunt: Legendary Brawler, Ender of all Dragonkind

>>1626529
>>1626548
>>1626540
Don't you want to break ghosts, anons?

>>1626561
>>1626540
dis pl0x

>>1626563
No, dragon brawling > ghost punching

>Invasion of the Orc Tzar: Champion Shieldbearer, Impenetrable Wall

>>1626561
AT THE LAST MINUTE, DRAGON BRAWLER COMING IN FOR THE SAVE.

Shall we roll for this, gentlemen? Or does someone wish to turn the tide?
You have another 5 minutes tops. Then, if you won't decide, the dice will for you.

>>1626569
Let's just wait for a tie breaker. Only need one more on either side of the two popular options.

It's gonna be the wall. I am the allmighty tie breaker.

>>1626567
But we would have already ended all dragonkind in this case. No one to brawl anymore!

>>1626569
Though ending dragonkinds does sound more fun than doublewielding shields, so I'm changing my vote to
>The Great Dragon Hunt: Legendary Brawler, Ender of all Dragonkind

We have a tie again. Thank you Anon.

>>1626526
>>The Great Dragon Hunt: Legendary Brawler, Ender of all Dragonkind

>>1626575
And we're again at a tie.
Looks like dic-

>>1626579
WE HAVE A WINNER!
Dragon brawler it is. Writing now.

>>1626574
You've already voted silly anon.
3 shield
>>1626529
>>1626548
>>1626568
5 brawler
>>1626540
>>1626561
>>1626565
>>1626575
>>1626579

>>1626579
but if you can promise me dualwielding shields, I'll switch over.

>>1626584
That would be the shieldbearer's thing.
But if you switch it would bring us at a tie again.
Don't pls.

>>1626587
then I will do the thing you most hate: I'm going to sleep anyway, so my vote doesn't mean much.

>>1626526
>Invasion of the Orc Tzar: Champion Shieldbearer, Impenetrable Wall

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1626589
It was still a vote for the brawler, so that I shall write.

Don't worry shieldanons, you could still get a chance at fulfilling your doubleweilding dreams.
now.

>>1626591
son of a bitch.

Alright, Dice it is.
1= Shieldbearer
2= Dragon Brawler

>>1626587
Haven't you already started writing?
And wouldn't that put it at 4-5>>1626591
damnit

>>1626594
woo fuck off shieldfags

>>1626595
I'd like to please as many people as possible.
But more importantly, I like to please the dice.
Officially writing now, stand by for dragon punching.

>>1626594
Dice know the truth.

>>1626599
>more importantly, I like to please the dice.
Good man

I'm ok with punching some dragons. But punching stuff with two shields would be also nice

>>1626604
I'd vote for a double buckler punching style.

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>>1626561
>>1626529

>LEGENDS SPEAK OF: THE BRAWLER OF DRAGONS
You trace the etchings with your very own hands, carefully observing these accurate depictions of your glory. Within them, you find yourself.

The Hero.

He who hunted all dragons, to the end of the earth. Armed with nothing but his very own fists and the armor strapped to his body. Armor which was made, of course, from the scales of the dragons you mercilessly executed. Ripped from their corpses, grafted together, they formed the most formidable of protections.
Before you is depicted The Great Dragon Hunt. A story known by everyone.
In the first ages of mankind, humanity and dragons lived together, in harmony. The men, small, fleshy, but incredibly sly and quick on their feet. The dragons, slow, harmless, but magical and terrifying. This perfect life all changed, when Burphagor rised.
“King of the Dragons”, the beast nominated itself. It lead dragonkind to a bloody crusade, hellbent on removing mankind from their own homeland. Humanity was caught unprepared, and countless innocent men and women perished. Their corpses charred. Their lives lost.
Men organized themselves. This senseless slaughter would not stand. A war was in order. The Dragon Slayers were created. A group of heroes, mercenaries and knights. You were one of them. You were THE Dragon Slayer.
The etchings speak of how, while battling a fearsome Dragon of Sand, your greatsword, made of Mystical Ore, was shattered in one thousand and one pieces. Your own memories complete this story. You jumped within the Dragon’s maw, tearing the beast from the inside.

From that moment, none escaped your hands.
Constantly soaked in the blood of those hellbeasts you battled, grasping at sharpened fangs and impaling the dragons on them, tearing out their eyes, or simply cracking their skulls open with your fists. The story of how you carved a bloody path within their ranks to arrive at their leader is legendary. And facing their King, you did not falter. You tearing out the monster’s seven hearts and being stained of their blood made you invincible.

But something is not right, here… The etchings stop. What happened after? No more memories come from your mind. Something is amiss…

>Inspect your open sarcophagus

>The gold mirrors you. Inspect your reflection.

>Inspect the rest of your tomb for anything valuable.

>>1626641
>The gold mirrors you. Inspect your reflection.
Then
>Inspect your open sarcophagus

>The gold mirrors you. Inspect your reflection.
Then
>Inspect your open sarcophagus

>>1626650
>>1626652
So it shall be. Writing now.

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>>1626650
>>1626652
Just then, something catches your eye.
A shine in the gold. A human body. Your reflection.
It is terribly wrong.
You remember your glory. Your muscles, bulging, filled with strength. You could pin a Dragon’s wings behind its back. You could break its jaw with a few punches. You could tear its scales from its skin. This… This is not what the heroic legends speak of. This is not you.

Or is it?

This IS you. After ages spent in the tomb. Your body is a desiccated corpse. Ancient muscles strain, atrophied and withered. Sunken eyes stare up at you. Just what curse was placed upon you?
You avert your eyes from this horror. Looking down at your arms, it is true. All that power, lost forever. The Dragon Brawler is no more than a shadow of his former self.
You are sickened. Your throat is dry. Your head aches. Your heart thumps.
You are alive.
But what exactly caused your entombement? Perhaps the sarcophagus holds more answers.

Nearing the invaluable piece of masonry you cannot but appreciate the exquisiste craftsmanship of it all. Made by the hands of a true master, of one of the most precious materials known to the world. Crackstone. The name comes from its appearance: Crackstone looks just like regular stone, except for the fact that it has “veins” of precious minerals running all over it. Extracting it properly is a long process, where even the smallest mistake could ruin it forever.
What captivates your attention, however, is not exactly that. Something lurks within it. You see movement through the shadows. Perhaps an animal. Perhaps something else.
Shall you open it?

>You may have lost your strength, but you have ages of experience. CRUSH THE BEAST

>Let it stay there. You didn’t like the sarcophagus anyway.

>Call out to it

>>1626700
>Find something heavy and convenient to swing
>Call out to it

Who dares lurking around in the shadows like a beast?! KILL IT I SAY
>You may have lost your strength, but you have ages of experience. CRUSH THE BEAST

>>1626700
>>You may have lost your strength, but you have ages of experience. CRUSH THE BEAST

>>1626700
>>>You may have lost your strength, but you have ages of experience. CRUSH THE BEAST

I CAST FIST

>>1626700
PUNCH IT

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>>1626740
FIST IT IS.
ROLL 1d100, BEST OF THREE

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1626745
FIST!

Rolled 27 (1d100)

TASTE MY FIST!

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>1626745

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>>1626748
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>>1626714

> 65 - A POWERFUL BLOW

The... Thing shifts in your sarcophagus. Shadows cover its form. The drums of war play in your ears. Ancient fighting techniques spring forth from your subconscious.

Shadows spar with one another, and their moves are yours. Hooks, uppercuts, haymakers, jabs, you master any technique. Stepping around your enemy, circling the foe, time seems to slow down.
Each step is carefully placed.
Each movement is perfect.
Your stance is masterful.
Just then, the sarcophagus shoots open. Out comes a beast you are acquainted with.
One of the lizardfolk.
Servants of the Dragons. Used by their masters as cannon fodder in the Great Dragon Hunt. Nobody ever knew where they came from. Some suspect they are some unnatural mix between Dragons and humans. You never cared. You broke their necks regardless.

Judging by the bandages wrapped across its fists, this one must be a brawler too.
You wonder how this beast got here. You realize it does not matter. The lizardfolk leaped in your direction.

Sidestepping its scaly body, you deliver a powerful blow to the foe's side. Some of its scales get crushed. Your knuckles are red. With its leap ruined, the enemy crashes on the ground, directly into a pile of gold.
One second and it is back on its feet.
You raise your eyebrows.
Impressive.

>You and the enemy are circling.
>Both your guards are up.
>You footwork is better than his.

Lizardfolk Brawler: Side wounded / Ferocious

The Hero: No wounds / Legendary

>Charge in, continue your attacks! [Increased damage, Dangerous]
>Bait it for an attack, and counter. [Decreased damage, Safe]
>Exchange Blows [Regular damage, No changes to difficulty]

>Roll 1d100, and Describe your action!

>>1626834
>Bait it for an attack, and counter. [Decreased damage, Safe]

>>1626844
Remember to roll.

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>1626844

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>1626844

>Bait it for an attack, and counter. [Decreased damage, Safe]

Sigh, forgot the discription.
>I hold my hand and act like the attack on him wounded me. I step back on seemingly wobbly legs and wait for it to come, watching every single move it does. Once it arrives I give that lizard a painful uppercut.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

Lemme get that last roll

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>1626834
>>Bait it for an attack, and counter. [Decreased damage, Safe]
Fisting.

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>>1626852
>>1626849
(These be some terrible rolls. Good thing you chose the safest move)

> 44 + 10 (Defensive Stance)

>54 - CLASHING OF FISTS

You scowl and begin holding your hand, to trick the lizardman into an attack. Moving back on wobbly feet, you carefully observe the enemy's moves. It takes a quick step forwards, and that confirms to you that the bait was taken.
You shift your body, keeping it at an angle, making it harder for the lizard to get a good hit.
Just as the beast's fist shoots forward, you hook it with your arm, ready to deliver a strong uppercut to its jaw.
It never connects.
The lizardman catches your wrist, blocking a hit that would have surely sent it reeling backwards.
You resort to a simpler move and bring your body forward, crashing your head against the foe's.
It staggers back, confused.
You start bleeding.

>You are circling your enemy
>Both your guards are up
>Your footwork is much better than his

Lizardman Brawler: Moderately Wounded / Ferocious / Stunned

The Hero: A scratch / Legendary

>Move in now that it is confused! [Increased damage, Not changes to difficulty (stunned)]
>Keep defensive, strike at its legs [Decreased damage, Very Safe (stunned)]
>Get a couple of hits in, then retreat [Regular Damage, Safe (stunned)
>Or maybe... [Write In]

>As always, 1d100.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>1626975
>Move in now that it is confused! [Increased damage, Not changes to difficulty (stunned)]

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>1626975
>>Move in now that it is confused! [Increased damage, Not changes to difficulty (stunned)]

Give em a roundhouse. Or just, keep fisting.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1626975
>Or maybe... [Write In]
I start to walk towards the right side of the lizardman and just when I'm about to run past him, I put my left leg behind his legs. I try to push him with my left arm and try to trip the lizard up and let it fell over my left leg.

>>1626996
>>1627000
>>1627011
I'll have to grab a bite to eat an then wrap things up with a last post.
Just know that the lizardman is wrecked, and you'll get to spend your first Legend Point.

Alrighty, this is a nice and interesting quest so far.

>Inb4 we recover all our lost belongings but we still feel empty inside because our life holds no meaning until a great new evil emerges but we are too weak so we train a disciple of great potential in our art and he inherits all of our belongings when our life force is nearly gone and we pass away on the battlefield when the big baddie dragon is summoned from the abyss as one final hoorah.

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>>1626996
>>1627000
>>1627011
>>1627181


>83 - A TERRIFYING STRIKE

This is it.
You feel it.
The lizardman is wide open. His feet shuffle awkwardly. His arms threaten to drop any moment.
You move in.
One step is all it takes, and the distance is closed.
Your body twists, muscle memory doing all the work you need. Your leg comes up with it. Your foot impacts on the lizardman's eye.
It is sent sailing away, the right part of its skull completely shattered. Blood gets splattered on the wall as the now lifeless corpse impacts upon it.
It crashes on the ground with a "thump".

You exhale as the tense muscles of your chest, legs and arms relax.
Finally, back into the thick of it.
Your heart thumps madly in your chest, bringing an invigorating flow of blood to your body.
Newfound strenght surges through your veins.
Throwing your head back, you roar.

>THE DRAGONHEART PULSES WITH LIFE
>You have 1 Legendary Point. Choose:

>MUSCLES

>BRAWL

>WILL

>DRAGON


And so, this first run ends. I will stick around for chatter and questions, if you guys have any.
Don't forget to vote, we'll pick it up again tomorrow.
As always, tips and critique are appreciated.

>>1627061
Good to know you're having fun, anon.

>>1627181
Perhaps, one day...

>>1627258
>MUSCLES
GET SWOLE

>>1627258
>DRAGON

can't resist

Oy vay, all of them sound pretty damn good. I wonder what Dragon does.

>DRAGON
HEAR MY ROAR

>>1627258
How are we going to know when the quest starts tomorrow?

>>1627276
It will probably start the same time as today, and I'll notify on /qtg/ an hour or so before starting to run.
Now, if you guys want a Discord server, to be more organized, I could make one.

>>1627258
>MUSCLES
WE MUST BECOME STRONGER

>>1627258
>DRAGON
DRAGONHEART MY NIGGA, LETS GO.

>>1627258
>MUSCLES

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE

>>1627265
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>>1627312

Is it always a tie on important shit with you guys?
Seriously.
What the fuck.
Don't trust the dice to do all the work for you. The dice are fucking assholes.

3 MUSCLES
3 DRAGON

>>1627333
MUSCLES.

>>1627333
Dragon. Because lets fucking see what happens.

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>>1627416
>>1627427

Wherever I go, there are only ties.
There is no freedom from this madness.

4 MUSCLES
4 DRAGON

WHO WILL WIN?

>>1627434
>DRAGON
GET THEM HEARTS BEATING

>>1627258
>>MUSCLES
I'm back

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Top kek.

1- dragon
2- muscles

>>1627258
>MUSCLES
We only need our fists

>>1627258
>>DRAGON
BECOME WHAT YOU HUNT

>>1627434
>>DRAGON

>>1627258
Brawl!

>>1627258
>MUSCLES
Gotta look the part before we start cracking heads again

DRAGON

I like your style QM I do its very descriptive and captivating. if this continues and you are adept at side charicters then you might be on the same level as HQQ. lets hope you do

>>1627258
>DRAGON

>>1627258
>>MUSCLES
We already know a lot of brawling techniques.

>>MUSCLES
BIG AND STRONG

>>1627258
>DRAGON

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Quest will be back up in half an hour!

11 DRAGON
9 MUSCLES
1 BRAWL (courtesy of Ivan)

LET'S HEAR THAT ROAR, DRAGON IS WINNING!

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>>1629660

>THE DRACONIC RAGE

A wave of primordial power hits your body, quaking your very being and making you feel nothing but rage.
Rage and bloodlust.
Roaring, you throw yourself over the dead lizardman. Grabbing its lifeless corpse by one arm, you swing it all around the room, tearing it chunk by chunk.
Coming back to your senses, minutes later, you find the tomb painted in blood.
Your hands are dirty of it, dried and darker in shade.
Your eyes close and you fall back, exhausted.

>Unlocked: Draconic Rage [The same frenzy you were known for during The Great Dragon Hunt. When The Hero enters this state, he becomes a formidable fighter. Prolonged use may cause repercussions.]

Awakening after who knows how many hours, if not days, you slowly push yourself to your feet. Apparently, that clash with the lizardman brought back the Dragon Hunter within you. Yes, you can feel it. With the Dragon Rage, none shall stand in your path and survive.

The Tomb is silent. No more lizards that want your death, for now.

>Inspect the Sarcophagus closely, now that you can.

>Dig around through all these riches. Perhaps there is something of use, perhaps you will find out more about yourself.

>Find a way to exit The Tomb.

>>1629815
inspect closely, then dig around the ritches

we will get out later.

>>1629815
>Inspect the Sarcophagus closely, now that you can.
Gotta find out why that lizard was in here

>>1629815
>Inspect the Sarcophagus closely, now that you can.

>>1629815
>>Inspect the Sarcophagus closely, now that you can.

>>1629815
>>>Inspect the Sarcophagus closely, now that you can.

>>1629815
>Inspect the Sarcophagus closely, now that you can.
>Dig around through all these riches. Perhaps there is something of use, perhaps you will find out more about yourself.

>>1629874
support

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>>1629874

>A revelation...

With one hand over your aching forehead, and the other ready in case other beasts decide to jump out of nowhere, you make way to the sarcophagus.
It lays as you had left it, half-open. Peering inside, there is some other shape in there. This one is not moving.
With some effort, the lid is pushed off.
Inside, you see something terrible.
An empty skull stares up at you. Hollow. Grinning. Evil.
The skeleton is wearing a suit of armour, identical to the one you wore during The Great Dragon Hunt. You refuse to believe these are your remains. What did the lizardman want here? More importantly, what could this mean?
The sarcophagus has brought more questions than answers.
In the piles of gold, however, you find something.
A weapon so great that its arrows could pierce through a Dragon's solid scales.
A crossbow specifically made for The Great Hunt.
The Ballista.
The sight of this fearsome arm has you remember of something else. Or someone else.
Another Dragon Slayer.
Another Hero.
You feel a strong kinship connecting you to this man.
A friend.
You must find him.

>An Objective: Find the Dragon Slayer

Take the Ballista
>Yes
>No

What shall you do next?

>Find a way to exit The Tomb

>Seek answers on something else... [Write in]

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>>1629941
Forgot a picture.

>>1629941
>Take the Ballista
>Take the armor as well and don it.
>Find a way to exit The Tomb
I take it there was only one sarcophagus?

>>1629962
support

>>1629941
>Don't take the ballista.
A fight with weapons is dishonorable.
>Take the armor.
I shall honor the warrior by wearing his armor.
>Look at the remains of the lizardman and search him
Does he have a clansymbol or another symbol of a membership?

>>1629962
Support

>>1629941
Don't take the ballista, your fists are enough.
Also try to find the exit

>>1630117
>>1630001
why not take the weapon?

We are:
>Legendary Brawler, Ender of all Dragonkind
We have fists. That are our weapons.

>>1630176
So? We are looking for our friend who owns this monster and I am pretty sure we want to give it back to hiim

>>1630192
Kek. Didn't even think about it. Good you mention it.

Take the ballista - even if we don't find our friend, we might find new terrors in this unknowable new time that our fists might not be enough to fend off. Once we have that, we leave. Nothing left for us in here - even the gold might be of no use.

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>>1629962
>>1629974
>>1630001
>>1630011

You put one hand over the Ballista, admiring the fearsome weapon. Durable wood and Mystical Ore were used in its creation, making it the bane of dragonkind. It shot projectiles which traveled faster than light itself. Perhaps, you should take it, and bring it to the Dragon Slayer you saw in your vision. You do not have any use of it, after all, besides using it as an improvised club. Yes, in the hands of a master this Ballista will turn into a weapon of destruction.
Hefting it over your shoulder, you realize that it may be much heavier than you first expected. Perhaps once you would have had no problems in carrying it.
Straining from the weight you move on, determined to get out of here. It is time you saw the world.
Passing near the open sarcophagus, you briefly glance at the Dragon Scale Armour. An Incredible protection, impervious against the strongest of blows. During The Great Dragon Hunt, you wore it as if it was a simple shirt of cloth. In this state, you would be pinned under it. Certain death. Coming back to take it would be a good idea, once your body regains its lost strenght.

You spare one last glance at The Tomb, ready to leave it forever (or at least for a long while). A clawed hand peeking out from a pile of gold attracts your attention. The lizardman, or what remains of it, may hold more answers.
Briefly leaning the Ballista on a wall, you make your way over to it, performing a swift search of its belongings.
You find nothing of note, except for a small medallion, in clay, depicting a clawed hand in the shape of a fist, striking at what seems to be the sun. Curious.
Setting the Ballista over your shoulders again, you begin making your way out of The Tomb.

Two great doors of stone hold the way outside closed. Instinctively, you know where the two hidden pressure plates are.
Pushing them both at the same time opens the way.
The stone doors open slowly, with a long groan as stone scrapes on stone.

You are free.

>END OF PROLOGUE

>THE GREAT HALL

Walking the Great Hall, immense statues of yourself and other heroes stare down at you. Depictions of glory, each of them holding dragon skulls in their hand. Rays of sun filter down from cracks in the stone, shining over yourself and over the statues. It seems that some of them have been defaced with blasphemous symbols. Dragons, crosses, and that same symbol the lizardman had on his medallion.

You hear a skitter somewhere deeper into the Hall.

>Go after it [1d100]

>Wait for them to come to you.

>Ignore it, keep going your way.

>Something else... [Write In]

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1630225
>>Go after it [1d100]

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>Go after it [1d100]
More meat for our fists.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>1630225
>Go after it

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>1630225
UGG. ME CRUSH PUNY LIZARD.
CHAAAAAARGE

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>1630225

>>Go after it [1d100]

We aint afraid of nothing.

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>>1630253
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>>1630333

59 - AN AMBUSH

Surging forwards, you rush in the direction where that noise came from. The skittering stops soon after, leaving you with no idea of where it went or what happened.
Setting the Ballista down, you observe your surroundings. This part of The Hall is pitch black.

You have no cues for your enemy's position.
Nothing.
Except for a snarl.

You manage to dodge the first lizardman sailing at you through the shadows.
The second you roll under.
The third you don't see.
It crashes against your back, hurting you all over. Not bad.

A twist and you're on your feet.
They're all around you.
It's not looking good.

>The enemy is circling you
>Your guards are both up
>Your footwork is better than theirs.
>You are outnumbered.

Lizard Brawlers: No Wounds / Ferocious / Strenght in numbers

The Hero: A scratch / Legendary / Outnumbered

>Lash out at the darkness. You'll hit something. [Increased Damage, Very Dangerous]
>Stand your ground. [Decreased Damage, No changes]
>Throw a couple of punches, then keep your guard [Regular Damage, Dangerous]
>Retreat! [Retreat!}
>Perhaps something else...

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>Stand your ground. [Decreased Damage, No changes]

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1630384
>>Stand your ground. [Decreased Damage, No changes]

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>1630384
>Stand your ground. [Decreased Damage, No changes]

>>1630384
>Run away, let them stretch into a line chasing us, then suddenly stop and klonk the fastest one in the face.
>Rinse and repeat.

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1630467
Oh, and the roll.

>>1630467
>>1630470
Well.
That would have been a wonderful roll.

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>>1630467

82 - AN IMPENETRABLE DEFENSE

The beasts lash out at you from the shadows. They think you are cornered. They think you are vulnerable.
Fools.
You can hear their heavy breathing all around. Sniffing, snarling. Their hands grasping at the air, their eyes squinting to see through the darkness.
They're yours.
One lizardman lunges at you.
You backstep, dodging by inches.
Grasping its arm with one hand, you break it with a punch from the other, straight at its elbow.

>CRACK

You can hear the other two take a couple of steps backwards. The one who's arm you just broke lets out a snarl, lunging at you again.
You push it off, sending it into a wall.

And you're back at step one.

>The enemy is circling you
>Your guards are up
>Your footwork is better than theirs
>You are outnumbered

Lizard Brawlers: Slightly Wounded / Ferocious / Strenght in numbers

The Hero: A scratch / Legendary / Outnumbered

>Throw yourself on the wounded one [Increased Damage, Very Dangerous]
>Keep it like this, nice and slow [Decreased Damage, No changes]
>See if you can hurt the other two [Regular Damage, Dangerous]
>Retreat! [Retreat!]
>Something else...

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>1630543
>Throw yourself on the wounded one [Increased Damage, Very Dangerous]

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1630543
>>See if you can hurt the other two [Regular Damage, Dangerous]

>>1630610
I'm sorry.... I didn't want to end the quest this soon.

>>1630610
Well.
Ain't that a nice sight.
Writing.

>>1630602
support

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1630610
Maby I can help?

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>>1630602
>>1630610
>>1630645

1 - DISASTER

The first round had gone well to you. Almost too well.
These lizardmen's endurance was inhuman. The one who's arm you broke had already got up. It didn't take much for all of them to leap over you at the same time.
You were just in time to dodge it.
Roll out of the way, and you would have been able to counter.
Just then, a withered muscle fails.
A leg gave up from under you, and you were on the ground.
Their attack was merciless.
Sharp fangs dug in your arms.
Claws tore at your chest.
Punches dealt on your back.
The beasts were ferocious. You escaped only through sheer desperation. The wounds were seriously taking a toll.
Blood pooled at your feet.
Your vision was hazy.
Your feet were awkward.
The beastmen spoke strange words in their blasphemous tongue.
Is this the end?

>The enemy is circling you
>Your guard is lowering!
>Their footwork is better than yours
>You are outnumbered

Lizard Brawlers: Slightly Wounded / Ferocious / Strenght in numbers / The Upper Hand

The Hero: Heavily Wounded / Legendary / Outnumbered / Bleeding

>Attack with all you have! LIVE, OR DIE FIGHTING! [Increased Damage, Madness!]
>The tide has turned. Keep your guard closed, and your eyes up [Decreased Damage, Dangerous]
>Just... Fight. [Regular Damage, Very Dangerous]
>Retreat! [Retreat!]

>THE DRAGONHEART PULSES!
>AWAKEN THE BEAST [DRACONIC RAGE]

>1d100

On this high note... The run ends, for now. I would have really liked to go on a little bit more.
Don't think I'll be here tomorrow, but we'll continue the day after.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>1630821
>Attack with all you have! LIVE, OR DIE FIGHTING! [Increased Damage, Madness!]
Its the, eye of the dragon its the thrill of the fight. Standing up, to the challenge of our rivals!

RETREAT RETREAT RETREAT

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>1630821
>Attack with all you have! LIVE, OR DIE FIGHTING! [Increased Damage, Madness!]
>AWAKEN THE BEAST [DRACONIC RAGE]

>>1630927
Fuck it ill stop rolling. Jesus....

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>Attack with all you have! LIVE, OR DIE FIGHTING! [Increased Damage, Madness!]
https://youtu.be/SH3pOt_H3Rc

>>1631078
Well then.

We a re probably hungry, after *Cough-cough* years of being dead.
Can we eat their corpses after we done with them?

>>1632218
You want to eat the filthy creatures? They are probably infested with maggots even before they die.

>>1632218
Might not be the best idea, but we'll rip their scales of and use them as protection for our knuckles.

>>163107
i'll support this without rolling, don't wanna jinx it

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>>1632448
Throw in some tearing and we are good to go.

>>1632649
Yeah, that's the spirit!

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>>1630867
>>1630921
>>1630927
>>1631078
>>1631212
>>1632218
>>1632448
>>1632591
>>1632649

95 - UNFORSEEN. UNFORGIVING.

This is not the end.
For all the wounds that mark your skin, for all the blood you lose, for all the bruises on your knuckles.
You will not yield, and you will be relentless.
Aside from the steady thumps of your heart, the air is quiet.
You eyes have slowly adjusted to the darkness, and you can see shapes dancing around you. They are not waiting for a chance to strike. They are simply playing with a wounded prey.
They know nothing of you.
Springing to life, perhaps with revenge in mind, the lizardman whose arm you broke lunges at you, vicious claws finding nothing but air.
You dodge, and pull your arm back for a punch.
It springs forward with the strenght of ages long past, hitting its mark straight in the chest.
Behind those thin scales you can feel its sternum and whole ribcage crack and break under your raw power.
Your foe stumbles back, retching blood and slowly dying.
Hearing its ally's shrieks of pain, another one of the beasts pounces.
A swift knee is delivered to its jaw, cracking it in half.
You hear its body falling to the ground, perhaps dead, perhaps unconscious.
The last lizardfolk you don't hear coming. Instead, you hear a pair of feet skittering off in another direction.

>The enemy is FEARFUL!

>Chase that beast! None will survive your fury! (1d100)
>Let it run. Let them know you are coming.
>Get back to the light. Find a way to heal your wounds. (1d100)
>Perhaps something else... [Write in]

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1635727
>Chase that beast! None will survive your fury! (1d100)

>Sure is dead in here. Maybe I should make a new thread...

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1635738
supporting with a nat 100

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>1635738

>>1635738
>>1635788
>>1635791
Good support, boys.
Writing!

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>>1635738
>>1635788
>>1635791

86 - THE HUNT IS ON

That one won't get out of here so fast. You rise and begin running after it despite your wounds. The blood leaves a red trail, but it matters not in this situation.
The lizardman looks back, just in time to see a human shape leaping.
You collide with your prey, sending it tumbling to the ground.
It tries to push you off, but you are stronger.
And when the punches begin, there is no stopping you.
You deal a strong pummeling, mangling the fearful brawler's face beyond recognition.
As your hands become red and your knuckles clash against bone, you feel stronger than ever.

>THE DRAGONHEART PULSES WITH LIFE!

>MUSCLE

>BRAWL

>WILL

>DRAGON

>>1635858
>MUSCLE

>>1635861
supporting

>>1635858
>WILL

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>>1635861
>>1635863
>>1635896
(having some internet problems. Expect updates to come a bit late)


> HERCULEAN GLORY

With each punch that crashes out on the enemy, you grow stronger. With each broken bone, you feel the power making its way into your body.
Musculature shifts and tenses, growing with each strike.
And when the lizardman's scaly head is nothing but red pulp, you stand tall, hulking over its lifeless corpse. The first step to regaining that body which made you a legend, forever seared within mankind's history.
Flexing both arms, it feels as if you could crush any man's head with your hands.

Rising, you wonder what should be done now. The deeper you go in this enormous structure, the more lizardmen there may be. They hide in the shadows. At the same time, you could wait and rest for some time. That could expose you to danger, but at the same time help with the wounds sustained (altought, now you notice that some of them have closed by themselves). The last option would be simply to continue going the way you were going. Towards the exit.

>Go deeper. You will cleanse these beast from your resting place.
>Stay, and rest. Find health in the sunlight.
>Keep going your way.
>Perhaps something else... [Write in]

>>1635985
Rest, then proceed to exit. Unless something happens.

>>1635985
>>Stay, and rest. Find health in the sunlight.

>>1635985
>>Stay, and rest. Find health in the sunlight.

>>1635985
>Stay, and rest. Find health in the sunlight.

we can purge the rest from here eventually

>>1635996
>>1636029
>>1636034
>Stay and rest

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>>1635991
>>1635996
>>1636029
>>1636034
>>1636035

You walk back, picking the Ballista off of the ground and making your way to the part of The Great Hall where sunlight still shines. It is not night yet, but the sun threatens to set soon. An orange glow is casted over you, shining over the Ballista's metal parts. You set it down gently, glancing at it one last time before focusing on yourself.

Entering into a trance, your conscious focuses on the inside. Exploring the body from head to toe, every single fibre of your being, from the smallest nerve to the greatest artery. The body begins moving on its own, each muscle knowing perfectly well how to move and when to contract. It all comes together into a dance of battle, one that brings strenght and readies you for war.

It all quickly turns to a haze, as mind and body are bruefky merged together. You come to moments after, relieved and refreshed. The wounds are still there, but your body has completely forgotten about them. To your mind, they are nothing but scars.

Filtering through holes in the roof is now moonlight. night has come.

>Eradicate the lizardmen from the Great Hall of Heroes

>Go back to the lizardmen's corpses. Perhaps something can be found there.

>Exit this cursed place.

>Perhaps something else... [Write in]

>>1636174
>DESTROY THE LIZARDMEN

>>1636174
>Eradicate the lizardmen from the Great Hall of Heroes
To let the resting place of our comrades be torn asunder by draconic thieves is an insult to our legacy.
Also how buff our we Sleepless?

>>1636174
Eradicate the lizardmen.

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Okay, some weird shit is going on with the power at my place. It's coming and going. I'll try to get out one last update for tonight, but don't think I died if I suddently disappear.

Either way, find updates at https://twitter.com/SomeDudeQM

>>1636201
You're ripped and pretty damn buff for a human, anon. Imagine pic related. But you'll get much further than this, don't worry.

>>1636245
>https://twitter.com/SomeDudeQM
followed

>>1636245
also I only ask because I was curious as to weather or not we could pick up our fallen comrade's armor.

>>1636256
You're getting there, but not yet. Remember that Dragon Slayers all had to be at peak strenght just to be able to wear that armor. Let alone move in it.

>>1636268
Hmmm.
I suppose that the only thing left to do is slay everybody in the temple then.

>>1636272
We can always seduce them. Or enslave them. Or tiem them all into a rope and use as a whip.

>>1636272
supporting

>>1636174
Roar, call them to you.

>Set up an ambush